sitting on a fallen log

it's been a long time
walking in the primordial woods
reading the latest news
grabbing girls by the hair
polishing cheap canvas shoes
remembering how the day comes undone
watching the setting sun
dripping in the rain
grey clouds hanging low
forgetting the mayonnaise
forgetting where to eventually go
a happy dog and i sitting on a fallen log
feeling restful with some love to give
a lady and a life to live
holding her hand
she holding mine
sipping wine
red in the nighttime and white during the day
remembering what else she had to say
looking to the future
shadows on the dry canyon wall
seeing the wild ravens fly and listening as they caw
wondering about lost arts
valentine candy eaten like broken hearts
road kill and a low-rent landlord cries
boyfriends and a great-grandmother's pies
my transistor radio playing sounds of American trash
lost in the Lincoln tunnel
looking for Mega Millions jackpot cash
reciting Shakespeare and his thoughtful English verse
stuck in reverse
flying on the busy boulevard
the world in my rear view mirror and traffic noise
second grade recess and vocal boys
a price tag hanging around our necks
the string cello and a drummer keeping the beat
shadows on the busy noon day street
looking to the future.